This is a song about "Bronx"

Hip-hop started off in the bronx, it’d replay through work,

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

To jamaicans in the bronx, hope for heavenly gates,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

They chase you a like mouse in the city of the bronx.

Fucking slapstick emcees from your home to bronx

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

And bronx or we may end up like phantasmagoria

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa